Preface
I took a long look in the mirror, trying to reassemble my facial features, attempting futilely to force them into a somewhat earnest expression. Hmm, no. Mixing terror and excitement together transformed me into a wild-eyed, hyperventilating, half-insane looking girl who, at that moment, was the least bit ready to get married. If this was what 'cold feet' was like, then I sympathized with the tittering, plastic girls on television who ran the wrong way down the aisle. I loved Edward, with all my heart, mind, soul, and whatever other spiritual components made up a person, but was I prepared to go on with this masquerade in front of all these people? The answer was a definite, NO.